Comic Poems
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共 28 段- The case thus being very common,
- “Why, bless you, a woman with organs like yours
- Why, zounds! what raised so Protestant a fuss
- First Huggins sang, and Duggins then,
- Miss Bell I hear has got a dear
- Walking about their groves of trees,
- The Watchman in his box was dozing;
- Lawk-a-mercy! break her Chiney, and it’s breaking her very h
- Soap!--it reminds me of a little tale,
- Oh! Doctor Hahnemann, if here I laugh,
- That thou’rt a proser, even thy birthplace might
- There came John Clare, the poet, nor forbore
- Your little English sandals for a while will hold together,
- Without the guidance of a friend,
- Twelve angry doctors wrangled so,
- The fields seem running away with the folks!
- To the happy, a first-class carriage of ease,
- She hated lanes and she hated fields--
- Run!--run for St. Clement’s engine!
- Now the loud Crye is up, and harke!
- So round his melancholy neck,
- And Peter Holt, and Charley Jepp,
- Sick of such terrors,
- ’Tis known to man, ’tis known to woman,
- Well, that’s the row--and who can guess the upshot after all
- “His Lordship for his doctor sent,
- “Loud as from numbers without number.”--MILTON.
- It was July the First, and the great hill of Howth